Matt Goldsby Audiobook, Baritone English
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Matt Goldsby narrator. This is from better off dead by Michael Fleeman. When the processing of the scene was complete, the body was released to the coroner's investigator who put bags over the hands to preserve evidence and pulled the wallet from the victim's back pocket. He handed me the driver's license. The driver's license confirmed what Sean Ware had said. The victim was Robert Lamone age 38 with a home address on Strawberry Lane in Helen Dale, the coroner investigator and two other body removal assistants placed the corpse into a blue body bag and sealed it with a tag. Robert Lamone, husband, father and railroad worker was now corner number Coy 615-14. I picked up one of the cell phones found from the office. I had looked at the cloud account on the menu and sure enough, it belonged to Robert. It had several missed phone calls and text messages. The last text came at 8:30 p.m. Babe, I'm worried about you. Call me. Leanna wants to say good night. I looked up and gave a short pause before my glance at Detective Randall Meyer. Detective Randall Meyer would find out that the text had come from Robert's wife now widow. It was never returned. This is from twisted triangle. Baani Gene stuck his head around the doorway again. I don't want to kill you. I just want to talk to you. He said as if he were trying to sound sincere. If I'd wanted to kill you, I could have had you any time if you wanted to talk to me. She snapped. You could have called me on the phone. I'm not coming out. You are not going to do this. Crouched behind the desk, Margo pointed her gun at the spot where she'd last seen Jean's head. A stack of letter trays was partially obstructing her view. So she knocked him onto the floor with one swipe. This is from some historical stories of Chicago by Albert, a Hoffman Jr. The canoe that carried 16 year old Gerden Saltonstall Hubbard to Chicago in the fall of 18 18, was not one of the light and fleet birch barks used by Marquette and Juliette. It was a poteau or freight canoe 50 ft long with a crew of five voyagers. Four of them rowing while the fifth steered from the stern, although made a bark had carried in addition to his crew, several traders and clerks and over three tons of merchandise and provisions owned and outfitted by John Jacob Baster's American fur company which had recently gained a monopoly on the Indian trade in the regions. Juliet opened up for New France. It was one of 12 boats a brigade headed for the Illinois Wilderness by the route. Marquette had taken back from there on his final voyage. This is from dark moon walking by RJ mcmillan. He didn't know what woke him but it might not have been much sleep. No longer came easily to Dan Connor. It was over a year since he had lost Susan and still he found himself waking in the night listening for the quiet sound of her breathing. Sometimes it was just the weight of the silence that disturbed his nights. The overwhelming sense of absence but not this time. This had been something external sound, a movement too gentle to intrude upon his consciousness, but enough to alert senses minutely attuned to wind and weather and ocean something. This is from Domain of the Scorpion by Robert Bruce Drinan. The sky was overcast. The night black, an aging liberty ship lay alongside the dilapidated pier. Spotlights attached to its crane towers drove back the shadows and illuminated the vessels and dockside. The incessant roar of diesel powered machinery employed to draw wheat out of the ship's holds was deafening dust billowed from the cyclones on the ends of the serpentine flexible pipes, conducting the grain from the bottoms of the holds to the trucks on the pier. A thick gray brown patina covered every surface. The dust hung suspended in the air forming eerie auroras around the spotlights. The workers on the ship's deck and on the pier took on the appearance of ghost like phantoms as they moved about their duties, they wore rags wrapped around their faces so they could breathe. The dust entered their ears and their noses drew the moisture from their red rimmed eyes and irritated their skin. This is from catch a killer save the world by Mel Goldberg Farook, watched the tallest man Brimmer remove his black watch cap, rub his hand over the back of his balding head and scratched a small spot of rough skin. His dark buzz cut hair followed the contour of his head replacing his cap. He rubbed the scar on his cheek which became redder because he was tense. His surgery reminded him that his wife's 20 year old brother had lost half his face when his humvee rolled over a roadside bomb near Fallujah. And that after numerous plastic surgeries, rebuild his cheek and jawbones and replace the skin. He still refused to leave his parents' house.
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Boss, Narrator, Storyteller, Articulate, Deep, Measured, Persuasive, Voice Of God, Approachable